#SaveOurInternet 6: The Hotbed of the 30YW

This Christmas may be the last one that a free Internet exists within the EU, to the detriment of many people in the creative professions. When I first went into blogging and publishing fanfiction online over five years ago, I thought this day would never come. There would be a requiem and a ban on parodies, on sharing images and stories that move us for free, on filk lyrics and fanfiction, and pirate translations of works outside the public domain... The Members of Parliament turn a deaf ear to all of us in the creative and the electronic world, and thus, next year... if we all don't come together and do something against this Article 13, everything we know and love will fall apart.
Now I know how Odin must have felt with the forebodings of Ragnarök. But who am I to be then... Odin or Enjolras? Feeling powerless against the rising tide, or not? Not only is my career as a currently unemployed translator at stake; many other creative professionals will be facing the same dire consequences - if we don't do something ourselves.
Most surely, this year's Advent Calendar will be about Save Our Internet and have to do with the history of copyright and resistance to it - maybe this very introductory article will be barred because the name of Enjolras (or any other Les Mis character) would be as encouragingly mentioned as Macbeth, if we just sit there idly instead of coming together for the cause.

Everyone Loves or Loathes Leipzig - The Hotbed of the 30YW
Ah... Mein Leipzig lob' ich mir! So why this sudden zoom-in on the Paris of the Germanosphere during the Thirty Years' War? Well, because of the reason why all the relevant fighting (ie Breitenfeld, Lützen, Breitenfeld II...) appears to have taken place in the environs of Leipzig during the armed conflict is

A SWEDISH UNIVERSITY STUDENT

In the Napoleonic era, when Denmark was threatened and Romanticism was all the rage, there was no shortage of passionate young Swedes, especially university students, who did not hesitate to volunteer for the war across the Öresund.
This snippet by Helena Nyblom deals with one of those who never lived through the conflict. A lively and cheerful young man who, during the Danish campaign, could no longer bear to stay studying and writing in Lund or Uppsala:

»...det skulle vara rart att ha en kamrat att trösta sig med, när 
studierna bli för tunga.», sade han.Baltimor till universitetet för att studera...
Om Baltimor hängde allt för länge med näsan över läroboken...
När Baltimor var ute i kamratsällskap och i dryckeslag...
... sådana kamrater, som Baltimor senare kom under fund med voro av rätta sorten. 
Det hände en gång, att Baltimor låg ganska sjuk.
... allt, vad doktorn företog sig, och när den 
gamla städerskan, som skötte den sjuke, pysslade om honom...
Men då hände det, att Baltimor en dag tog ned alla 
sina böcker, packade sina koffertar, och gjorde sig färdig 
att resa.
Baltimor sade:

»Jag skall ut och slåss. Jag skall ner till Danmark och hjälpa dem 

att försvara sitt land. Men jag kommer nog igen.»

Veckor och månader gingo.

Äntligen kom han, men han kom icke levande. 

Han hade fallit som en hjälte i kriget, och nu kom han i 
sin kista för att begravas i sin fädernejord.

Den dag han sänktes ned i graven, stodo hans vänner 
och kamrater och sjöngo sitt avsked för honom.

»Han studerade vid universitetet.
Men då den unge mannen faller i kriget...»